The final poem from A Shropshire Grad,
The 29th poem from A Shropshire Grad.
The 28th poem from A Shropshire Grad.
Four kings rode in with strings and skins to bring salvation to me on the streets of New Year’s Eve. Then my friend would lend contents of bookends that induced solutions to a common teenage problem. I became incepted and indebted to the greatest escape artist, plus drowned-out voice who talked me through the agonyContinue reading “Laugh-cry Emojis”
The 26th poem from A Shropshire Grad
A bit of an experimental poem, ‘Going On 30’ focusses on the different worries I’ve experienced as I’ve approached 30 years of age.
I wrote ‘in a quarantined life,’ during the first coronavirus lockdown in the UK. I found myself feeling significantly affected by isolation for the first time in a while and wrote about the impact loneliness has had on my life as a whole.
The 27th poem from A Shropshire Grad.
Obnoxious Heatwave goes through all the unpleasantries I experienced whilst stuck in work during a rare moment of hot weather and questions whether I fit in with British culture.
Mornin’ tries to capture my state of mind whenever I’ve reluctantly had to wake up early doors, but also finds some advantages to being alive at such ungodly hours.